I love my family. I love to write. I love to learn. But deep inside, I have a deep affection.Some might call it an addiction while others might say it's a mere infatuation.
It rules my thoughts - typically late into the evening - and controls my actions in Walmart.
I get frustrated, irritated, and downright infuriated when they're sold out.
If I get home and there are none in the cabinet, well, let's just say you don't want to see that happen.
I'm talking about Whales. No, not Goldfish; not some other knockoff brand that may be out there. Dads: you know what I mean...don't act like you don't!
